John had finished another dull shift at the surgery and was heading back to Baker Street when, for the first time in months, he noticed a CCTV camera tracking him as he made his way down the bustling street. He sighed, but instead of flipping it off as he usually would, he just turned his coat collar up and sped up.
The rain had started when John was just a five minute walk from the door to 221, but by the time he arrived he was drenched. And so, looking forward to a hot shower, tea and a warm bed, he made his way up the seventeen steps to the flat. John opened the door to the flat, and was met with the sight of Mycroft sitting in what was his younger brother's favourite chair. "Mycroft, to what do I owe the displeasure?" John said as he shed his waterlogged coat.
"Polite as ever I see, Dr Watson" Mycroft began, before John cut him off with "Mycroft, just say what you have to say, and then kindly bugger off."
"Very well. It seems as though a matter has come to light in which I find myself requiring your help John." Mycroft stated, sounding as though he was regretting uttering the sentence.
"I'm sorry, but did Mycroft- the British government- Holmes just ask for my help?"
"Yes, so if you wouldn't mind John, may I elaborate?"
"I'm sorry Mycroft, carry on." John said as he puttered around the kitchen, making the cup of tea he felt he was going to need after this conversation.
"As I was saying, I find myself requiring your, how should I put it, first hand knowledge."
"Something to do with the army then?" John enquired as he seated himself across from Mycroft, steaming mug of tea gripped tightly in his left hand.
"It seems as though you're more observant than I give you credit for Dr Watson, but yes my, how shall we put it, predicament concerns your past in the battlefield" Mycroft said, using the same steely glare, that John hadn't seen in three years, to prevent the good doctor from interrupting again.
"My predicament is concerning one of your seniors from the RAMC, specifically a Colonel Sebastian Moran," Mycroft continued, before adding "am I correct in assuming you remember him?"
John looked at the elder Holmes for a moment, before placing his mug of tea down on the table next to his armchair and leaning forward. He avoided the ice cold stare of the British government as he quietly uttered "remember him? I was engaged to the man."
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